Night of 172/Super Early Morning of 173

[espigeon]

[Hi, did you want a radio message at two in the morning? A minute ago Julien yelled "No!" which might have been audible in the rooms to either side.

He's very distracted but has enough of his wits now to not want to cause a panic. His human form is using the angel language he learned in Portland. Only a few other carnies understand it, and his voice has the artificial flatness of someone who's learned to speak calmly in bad situation. His breath keeps catching in a pained way, though, and he doesn't know it but he's only got a minute or so left.]

I took Reira to see me in the stable. There are wolves. They're taking us outside somewhere. Servants are not part of this.

I will try to help her. Any way I can.

It's my fault.

Comments

[osteothropy]

[FUCK]

supervisor channel

[whattaprick]

[ DW BUDDY HE'S GOT THIS, and by this I mean he's immediately hissing into the radio on the supervisor channel -- ]

The fuck was that?

[osteothropy]

[Time for a translator.]

Julien and Reira just got grabbed by the Prince's wolves.

[whattaprick]

Where?

[ He's not going to bother asking 'how' or swear a lot, as much as he wants to. ]

Are you heading over?

[osteothropy]

[He doesn't answer. Paranoia is overruling.]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert curses quietly, and for the benefit of the other supervisors he'll add tersely: ]

The rest of you, stay off this channel.

[ Click. ]

NOT HERE

[insidescoop]

[Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii- also good thing Yuuya didn't here any of this crap because Oh Boy]